”“Really?”“Truth?”“Truth. They wanted me to take an elocution class so that I could learn how to say “Jeeasus” the right way.”“It ...hat the way they wanted you to say it?”“Yeah, real TV evangelist southern-like drawl.”“It was too fake for you, wasn’t it?”“It was really fake for me. My God is not a fake or a liar and he doesn’t send men out to sell steak knives from the Holy Land.”“So, you didn’t go back.”“Nope. I figured out that God needed good people in front of the pulpit more than he needed. Ms. Jessica…Tells me you’re a great employee. Oh! Ms. Baines. She on the phone right now.” Said Lacey. The girl I met in the coffee shop, just three days ago. I smiled. “Hey! Thanks again for getting me the job. I love working for Ms. Baines.” I said. “Here you go sweetie. She told me to have you wear this, while you vacuumed the entire apartment.” Said Lacey. I smiled as Lacey put the small nude color thong in my right hand. She then walked toward Ms. Baines. Lacey was wearing a tight yellow. They were a Tamil family, parents Mohan (52) and Sudha (45) and daughters Vanita (25) and Harita (21) Mohan was an executive with a big firm, heavy smoker and drinker; Sudha, his wife 5’4″, above average looks, a slightly dusky complexion and little plump for her age. Vanita was married and living with her husband in Bangalore. Harita was in her final year of university after. I moved in into their house, my relationship with everyone was quite cordial. Because of Mohan’s drinking habit, he and. Sharon was atypical for a Jew, with green eyes and blonde hair. She was cute, but a bit overweight. We had sex twice, got engaged, and planned on marrying when we graduated. I was 20.In the summer of 1968 I worked doing surveying in Georgia. I had arranged to leave the job two weeks before school started in order to visit Sharon and her family in Cincinnati. Sharon had two sisters, an older sister, Lori who was in Europe, and a younger sister, Eleanor, who was 16. From Sharon I knew that.